poem

It's Friday night.
It's 3am.

I'm not sleeping,
i wonder why.

/EDITED.
okay, maybe i think i know why. i've been thinking about how far jack and i have gone together. all the weird funny stuff we did, all the overheated arguements, the cute pictures and all the other stuff we've done together. it's been really long huh, 500+ days.

and although we all know that you are sucha fucktard nice boyfriend most of the time all the time, i still love you anyway always. (: